Was a Long Time Coming
Was a long time coming
so many fruitless trees,
an autumn forest,
laid naked of it's leaves.
A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds that so quickly
cover like a shroud.
The damndest thing
a fool believes
that love comes easy,
it always does in dreams.
Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime
a feast set before me,
forever will I dine.
Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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